In skimming, I read this:

Fay you are hot.

She's creepier in person, because she can out-stare anyone. I don't think she needs to blink.

Then I slowed down and read Steph's post properly.

She's still talking about moving to L.A. with him, and when told she should probably think about it because it wouldn't be as easy as she might think what with really only having him around and she told our mutual friend, "I could probably replace my friends in about a year."

Ew. That is not the best phrasing ever, yeah. Punch her in the face.

P.S. Aims, I worship Coke along with you.

Ugh. It's supposed to reach the low 90s on Saturday, after weeks of barely cracking 80, and it looks like it's not coming down much more than to 85 for the forseeable future. I'm. Not. Ready. For. This. SHIT!

I would probably feel bad disinviting-maybe I shouldn't, but I would.

There's this sort of deep denial place she's at that I don't really think any of us can get to until her whole world gets shattered again. Until then, it's all pretending everything is ok and covering his tracks, and avoiding us so we don't know something's deeply wrong. It's like yeah, ex-husband was bad, but then when she left him, she was alone, and with new asshole, she's not alone, unless she admits something's wrong to us, then she'd have to leave.

So, we mostly just watch our friend wander around and be kind of a plastic shell of what she is. Really sucks.

I felt like that about my sister. It hurt more to be around her so I stopped trying to connect with her until she figured it out on her own.

Thanks Sparky - I'll follow their lead and only intrude when asked.

They'll have a schtick, but you know what she sounds like when she's really scared or in distress.

So, we mostly just watch our friend wander around and be kind of a plastic shell of what she is. Really sucks.

And really sad. May you and your friend have a great time tonight, when you both finally get there.

Oh, Frank, I personally love you, but my high of 99 says "bite me".

Oh, Frank, I personally love you, but my high of 99 says "bite me".

Oh I hear you on that. Plus it looks like that's the Boston forecast; Heat Miser may not be getting as close to Salem, he says pleadingly.

My current 49 degrees and rainy, with a high today of 56 says...uh..."I moved to Seattle for a reason"??

And of course 85 is a perfect day in Los Angeles.

Unless you're talking to ita.

(Guest cat is nifty looking - she has a mask!)

She's still extremely yowly, which is driving me nuts. She wasn't this chatty and freaked out the last time she lived at The Boy's. And it's the kind of prolonged, harsh yowl that, to me, reads "I'm injured/in pain/unwell!!!" But it's probably just her saying, "Why the hell am I in a new place?" Still, it's annoying b/c it's LOUD.

Her markings are really pretty, though.

Ugh. It's supposed to reach the low 90s on Saturday, after weeks of barely cracking 80, and it looks like it's not coming down much more than to 85 for the forseeable future. I'm. Not. Ready. For. This. SHIT!

We're in the 90s starting today and for at least the next 5 days. I had to talk The Boy into putting on the a/c. (To be fair, he works in a warehouse all day, which, while there's some pretense of climate control, ends up being un-climate-controlled, so the temp in the warehouse is close to the outdoor temp. After working all day in that, he's okay with the ambient temperature in the house. I'm not.)

And it was less "talk him into" and more "tell him that I'm turning on the a/c because otherwise I might keel over and 80% humidity is a damned good reason for a/c and by the way I pay half his house payment and half the utilities so god damn it, I'm turning on the a/c." Like that. You know.

Most human beings *like* climate control. I hook up with the one guy who likes to be all back to nature and shit.

t edit The one benefit of living in a 900-square-foot house? It takes literally 15 minutes for the a/c to cool the house off.